My morning sickness carried on for a while, and summer heat didn't make it any better. By July 13 I was put on bed rest. I couldn't concentrate on anything at work so I took of work until September first. I decided maybe I was too young to have a baby. It was too late now, so all I could do was pray that I would be a good mother.
"Hello sweets," said Oliver coming in the house.
"Hey baby."
"Feelin any better?" he asked.
"Not really. Damn I'm craving chocolate!" I said.
"The doctor said it's normal to have weird food cravings."
"Good. Now get me some f'in chocolate," I said.
"Woah. Killer mood swings. That's normal too," he said.
I glared at him until he left to get chocolate. All of a sudden I starting craving peanuts too. Maybe I'll be lucky and he got me a big hershey bar with almonds.
"Hey I'm back," he said after about ten minutes.
"What'dja get me?" I asked eagearly.
"The hugest hershey bar with almonds i could find," he said.
"Yay!" I said grabing it. He sat down on the bed and watched t.v. with me. I took a few bites of it and then started crying.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I'm fat."
"You're pregnant."
"But this damn thing inside me is making me fat."
"You're not fat honey. This is just the mood swings talking."
"You're right. I love you."
"These mood swings, are going to drive me crazy," he said.
I started crying again.
"Oh, but honey, I love you."
"No, I'm making you go crazy," I said. Looking back on it, my mood swings where pretty funny.
"No you're not it's just the mood swings."
I kept crying for a while.
Then after I stopped I asked Oliver a question.
"Am I pretty Oliver?" I asked.
"No. You're beautiful," he said.
"You're the first guy other than my dad to call me beautiful rather than hott."
"Is that a good thing?"
"Yes. Normally if a guy calls me hot, he is just looking for a hook-up. If he calls me beautiful, he's looking for a relationship. Girls like relationships most of the time over hook ups."
"Oh, okay," he said.
That was the last thing I remember before going to sleep. The next morning, I woke up, hurled, watched t.v. hurled one more time, and then Oliver served me breakfast. After he left Miley came over.
"Hey Lil," she said.
"Hey Miley," I said.
"I came over because it's probably the last time I'll see you for a while."
"Really? Why?" I asked.
"I'll probably be put on bed rest in a few weeks, and since you already are, there isn't much I can do."
"Well I hate this. I'm so big from being nine months pregnant, I can't even do anything."
"Tell me about it. I'm at eight months. It's only half a month different than you though."
"Yeah this really sucks. I want to get out and do something. When we both have our babies, we should go bowling together some time," I said.
"Yeah sounds awesome," she said.
She sat down and watched t.v. with me, and helped me up to go to the bathroom.
At six o'clock I heard Oliver open the door.
"I'm home!" he shouted.
Before he could even get up the steps something happened.
"Miley-" I started.
"Eew," she said pointing to a wet spot by my legs.
"My water just broke," I said.